If I should die, be not concerned to know
The manner of my ending, if I fell
Leading a forlorn charge against the foe,
Strangled by gas, of shattered shell.
Nor seek to see me in this death-in-life
Mid shirks and curses, oaths and blood and sweat,
Cold in the darkness, on the edge of strife,
Bored and afraid, irresolute, and wet.
But if you think of me, remember one
Who loved good dinners, curious parody,
Swimming, and lying naked in the sun,
Latin hexameters and heraldry,
Athenian subtleties of δηζ and ποιζ
Beethoven, Botticelli, beer and boys.
|—||If I Should Die, Be Not Concerned To Know by Phillip Bainbrigge (via ellywatson)|